His eyes filled as he read, and two great drops fell as he laid it down.
He picked up the lamp and hastened back to her.
As he drew near she opened her eyes, sent one frightened glance round the
room and up into his pale, troubled face, then covering hers with her
hands, burst into hysterical weeping.
He set down the lamp, knelt by her sofa and gathered her in his arms,
resting her head against his breast.
"Zoe, my little Zoe, my own dear wife!" he said in faltering accents,
"have I really been so cruel that you despair of my love? Why, my darling,
no greater calamity than your loss could possibly befall me. I love you
dearly, dearly! better far than I did when I asked you to be mine--when we
gave ourselves to each other."
"Oh, is it true? do you really love me yet in spite of all my jealousy and
wilfulness, and--and--oh, I have been very bad and ungrateful and
troublesome!" she sobbed, clinging about his neck.
"And I have been too dictatorial and stern," he said, kissing her again
and again. "I have not had the patience I ought to have had with my little
girl-wife, have not been so forbearing and kind as I meant to be.
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